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Tears
They tumble down your cheek Each time you lie A feeling I Reserve inside So I cry
If I Called The Shots
If I called the shots we'd never go hungry. We's never have to worry because our tummies wouldn't be rumbling. Children wouldn't cry and people wouldn't die, From the wars like Iraq, that make teens wanna get high.
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